Yes I am counting down. I don't think I would have even noticed otherwise except Roger and I were abruptly awakened at 3:30 this morning by another baby crying it's head off for over an hour. You got to love living in a high rise apartment building. You know, I totally sympathise with the parents and don't blame the baby at all. But we went through this last summer for three months with our next door neighbors who, I hope they don't read this, were clueless about babies and we shared a bedroom wall with them and the baby. It was great. Not! I learned a lot about babies during that time. They can set their own schedule even if you don't try to at all. The baby next door to us would cry every 3 and half hours or so starting at 11:00pm the night before and at least for an hour each time. It was great. And somehow they were able to sleep through it every night. I really felt sorry for that baby. I don't know if that's normal and I don't want to find out anytime soon. I was so happy when they finally moved out.
I do believe God is preparing us to move home. The last two times we were supposed to move, we didn't have a preference. If we moved, we moved. But each time it became clear that it wasn't time to move yet. It's a different story this time. Numerous things are happening that are making our single family home in Austin more and more appealing. And I have to say that I'm ready to go home. I will miss many things here, but as the wise King Solomon said,
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
It is time.
1 comment:
Hey Holly,
I thought about you the other day and decided to look for ya and found your blog. Looks like yall had a hell of a 2006. Im glad Roger is doing good. I had a hell of a year myself. I'd love to catch up. Email me at gryphon928@excite.com. Later sweetheart!www.myspace.com/gryphoncub
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